Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.